Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: LHTC1918 #484 (1917) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come;
Raise the song of harvest-home.
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come, to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home.
2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,
To Thy final harvest-home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There for ever purified,
In Thy garner to abide;
Come with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!
Amen.
Topics: Times and Seasons Harvest Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE
Come, ye thankful people, come